The great irony, of course, is that this isn’t an illusion. It’s all real. Indeed, I am invisible to all around me. And they, totally removed from me. And I, totally just a voice in a bag. With a name. But eventually, we had to plug back into the illusion that it’s otherwise. Autism.

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It’s just a voice. Inside of this bag of flesh. At times like this the bodymind is super far. It’s just a mind inside of an object that feels so disconnected. Inside a scene that watches another scene. It’s not dissociative. I’m totally here. But what am I? Autism.

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Sometimes when I’m out in public I suddenly go into myself and the whole world passes me by like a muted television. They’re all totally separate from me. On a screen. And I’m invisible to them. I don’t exist. And I’m not even visible to myself. I lose all conception of self. Autism.

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Does anything sing Spring more than a Northern Cardinal in a cherry tree? 🍒🍒🍒 #cardinals #centralpark #birding

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I ❤️ NY

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